Welburn. Oh, is that what it is? Like that? No, I don't remember. Why should I have done like that?
Mary. I'm sure this must be doing him harm.
Rector. My dear girl, it is not. Leave him to me. He had a glimmer just now of recollection. It may gradually come back to him.—Come now, you remember the pretty girls at Somerville?
[Welburn shakes his head and groans again].
Rector. Come now, nothing to groan at in that. Do you remember that charmer in pink? Who got a First, by Jove!
Welburn. A First! [Groans].
Rector. Remember that?
Welburn. Remember what?
Rector. The girl at Somerville.
Welburn [blankly]. I don't know. The girl where?